The Villain Saint is my secondary account

Skadi hesitated for a moment, then flicked her fingers and said, "I...I want to go and see too."

The young queen's expression was like that of a playful cat lingering outside, enjoying the scenery. Having finally gotten some free time from the stressful royal duties, she didn't want to go back so soon.

Seeing Skadi's expression, Ella put her arm around the back of Skadi's snow-white neck and smiled as she stroked the soft hair that fell on it. "Okay, but you have to go back by midnight."

Skadi saw this petite girl, who was clearly a head shorter than her, give her instructions with a doting smile like a mother looking at her child, and she felt a strange sense of unease.

But she still subconsciously agreed like a child, "Mmm!"

So the two of them got into the carriage together.

"What is your name, Detective?"

After they started moving, Ella shifted her gaze and asked the Royal Inspector sitting opposite her, who was chaining Detective Ford.

“Gregor Lestrade, sir, you may simply call me Greg.”

The detective took a pipe from his coat pocket, but after glancing at Ella and Skadi, he put it back. "I can briefly explain why we've apprehended this gentleman, but we can't reveal too much more detail right now. At least, we have to do this before we return to Fog City and verify your identity with the sanctuary there. It's the rule, please understand."

"It's okay, I understand."

Ella nodded.

"Thank you. So, sir, perhaps you are aware of the recent series of murders in Fog City?"

Inspector Greg then began his explanation.

"Is it that bizarre case where four victims' bodies had their internal organs removed?"

Ella returned.

"That's right... It has to be said that this case has recently caused considerable panic among some people in Fog City. The General Administration initially hoped to suppress the news and resolve the issue as soon as possible, but as the number of victims increased, it inevitably caused considerable panic among the citizens of Fog City."

"Yes, I understand your concerns, Detective."

Mr. Ford suddenly spoke up, “But arresting a good citizen like me to take the blame does not actually help solve the problem.”

"Shut up."

Greg glared at Mr. Ford. "And this morning, the body of the fifth victim in the case was found on King's Cross, as well as the second noblewoman killed in the case, Viscountess Tekkadi."

"Like the other victims in the case, her body was found naked, suspended from the cone-shaped roof, with her abdomen and chest cavity ripped open and her internal organs removed."

"And this Sherlinford, according to our investigation and evidence collection, was the last person Mrs. Tekadi saw before her death."

"Because this is my employer,"

Ford seemed to pick up the conversation quite naturally, “Mrs. Tekkadi suspects that her husband, Mr. Tekkadi’s, business trip to Coral Harbor is a lie, and that he is actually going to meet his lover. So she specifically came to me to ask me to record evidence of her husband’s infidelity with a photo crystal.”

"According to Lady Tekadi's servant, you left her study close to midnight last night. If it was just a request, why did you choose to meet so late at night?"

Greg frowned.

“I am also very confused about the timing of Mrs. Tekkadi’s search for me,”

Ford shrugged. "But the time is decided by the employer, not by me. Even if the employer requires a meeting at 3 a.m., I have to comply if I want to take the job."

"Furthermore, I had no prior connection with Mrs. Tekadi, and I had no reason to murder her."

“For serial killers, as long as the victims meet certain patterns, they do not lack subjective motives to kill.”

Greg shook his head.

"But it's not enough to justify taking action in front of so many witnesses."

Ford laughed and said, "I had been following the Chongqing serial murder case briefly before. As I understand it, the killer had an almost obsessive need to conceal his whereabouts. The victims he chose probably had very limited social connections. He wouldn't have gone to such lengths as meeting them in public and then killing them."

"Judging from your tone, you seem to know a lot about the murderer?"

Greg scoffed. "Is it possible that with our Royal Police's increased nighttime patrols, it's become difficult to find targets for murder like this, forcing us to rely on people we can reach through social connections?"

"That is indeed one argument... provided that Scotland Yard's patrols are truly that much of a threat to it."

Ford raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?"

Greg narrowed his eyes. "You question the capabilities of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police?"

"how come."

Ford raised his chained hands and said in a flippant tone, "With the keen senses of your elite detectives, it shouldn't be a problem to discover a suspicious person who dragged the body of a noblewoman from her home to King's Cross Street, two miles away, in the middle of the night and hung it on the roof. How come it wasn't until the next day when passersby saw it that we found out about it?"

"Hey? You think I don't understand what you're saying?"

Greg's face flushed slightly.

"Thank goodness you can understand."

Ford scoffed, then looked at Ella. "So you see, lovely lady, this is why I warned you earlier to try to avoid dealing with them—because these Scotland Yard guys are capable of ignoring basic logic and indulging in childish fantasies in pursuit of sales targets."

"Sheringford, you'd better understand that you're now the prime suspect in this case!"

Greg roared.

"Of course I know that, but it seems you don't quite understand that I'm just a suspect, not a criminal with conclusive evidence of the crime."

Ford glanced at Greg. "I have the right to hire a defense attorney, Inspector. I don't want to put it so harshly, after all, I consider myself a fairly easy person to get along with, but frankly, your investigative logic is so nauseating that I'm seriously considering prosecuting you after this."

"You guy..."

Greg's eyes widened.

"Cough cough,"

Ella quickly interrupted the increasingly heated conversation between the two men, saying, "Gentlemen, I have a general understanding of the current situation. To be honest, the victim's condition in this case is very similar to the victim's condition caused by a certain cult that I encountered in Loren. That is why I applied to the detective to participate in the case."

"But there's not much point in just sitting in the car arguing right now. Perhaps we can wait until we get to Chongqing and find out the details before making a decision."

"...Alright, whatever you say, sir."

Greg crossed his arms.

Chapter 102 Discrimination Against Outsiders

At Ella's urging, the two temporarily stopped their activities.

She noticed that Inspector Greg seemed to have some inexplicable hostility towards Mr. Ford, but she wasn't quite sure why.

Fortunately, Greg still respected Ella's status as a member of the Sanctuary. He silently looked at the scenery outside the side window and stopped being aggressive towards Ford.

As the wheels turned, the sun set and the sky grew darker.

The buildings along the roadside gradually became fewer and more dilapidated, while the trees gradually became denser, their jagged branches appearing twisted and deformed in the hazy light.

The white fog lingering in the air grew thicker and thicker. As the carriage left Coral Harbor in the darkness and drove into the suburbs, far from human habitation, a sense of unease and oppression seemed to slowly spread.

……

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

While Ella and Inspector Greg escorted Ford away from Coral Harbor, Li Cheng, based on the intelligence he had gathered, had already traveled alone to a tavern deep in the Fog City district, nearly a hundred miles away.

The fog, further north from the coast, felt even colder in the night, but fortunately, the bustling voices and flickering lights in the tavern helped to dispel some of the chill.

He pushed open the door, and the pungent smell of alcohol wafting out from the clinking of glasses filled Li Cheng's nostrils. This smell varied from tavern to tavern in different regions. In the Royal City of Loren, it was a rich blend of honey and wheat spirits, while here it was overly sweet with blackcurrants and cranberries.

The bar owner, who was rubbing a wooden cup handle with a white cloth at the counter, noticed Li Cheng walking towards him. A slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth beneath his gray-white mustache, which was curled up in a V-shape.

"Are you the outsiders' guild that's been asking about 'The Ripper' in this neighborhood lately?"

"Hey, you guys spread your news pretty fast."

Li Cheng straddled the high stool at the front of the stage and stacked a pile of four or five copper coins on the table. "What, is it against the rules to inquire about this?"

The shopkeeper glanced at the copper coins on the table, his hand never pausing as he wiped the cup. "Heh, of course not... but I heard you're from Loren?"

"Any questions?"

Li Cheng rested his arm on the bar counter when he suddenly heard the door to the hall behind him being pushed open again.

A series of footsteps followed closely behind. He didn't turn around, but he could tell that a fairly large group of people had entered the tavern.

"Loren people aren't very popular with the gangs here."

The tavern owner looked up at Li Cheng and smiled meaningfully, "Especially those with black hair."

Li Cheng frowned slightly, then slowly turned around. Sure enough, a group of burly men in trench coats entered through the door, their menacing eyes fixed on him.

"Why is there regional discrimination among travelers from other worlds here?"

The system forum didn't mention anything about the Fog City guilds being hostile towards Loren players.

Of course, it's possible that because the maritime restrictions on Loren were only recently lifted, Li Cheng was perhaps one of the first Loren players to experience this "friendly" atmosphere.

You'll have to ask them.

The tavern owner lightly tapped the bell on the table. "I'm only responsible for revealing information."

The clear sound of silver bells alerted the patrons in the hall, who all stood up from their seats and walked to the wall, making room for Li Cheng and the gang members who had burst in from the door.

"Isn't it against the rules here to disclose customer information?"

Li Cheng watched the large group of people walk forward alone, but he showed no fear. He just joked with a relaxed expression.

"That's the rule for the locals,"

The tavern owner placed the finally cleaned glasses back on the cabinet behind him, then walked to the wall to the side. "You're from out of town."

"Tsk, tsk."

Li Cheng was starting to wonder if he was under Ye Ge's "curse." Ever since Ye Ge joined the Seven Stars Society, it seemed like he had to fight with the local gang every time he went to a new place.

I thought that since Brother Ye wasn't in the Kingdom of Valen this time, this whole thing wouldn't have happened. Turns out, he was waiting for me in the Fog City.

Li Cheng pondered for a moment, took a sip of his wine, and glanced at the crowd.

However, such a small number of henchmen is not enough to trouble the Holy Maiden to take action.

"Hey, you country bumpkin, who told you to come here and scout around?"

Leading the group of menacing-looking people was a bald, burly man with a black eyepatch over one eye, accompanied by a black-haired youth carrying a staff, who appeared to be his deputy.

"Dude, judging by your appearance, you're a player too, right? Since we're all from the same hometown, do you have a peaceful way to resolve this?"

Li Cheng looked at the black-haired youth.

"Hey, you bumpkin! I'm the one talking to you!"

Seeing that Li Cheng ignored him, the bald, burly man's forehead veins bulged.

“He’s my employer, you talk to him.”

The black-haired youth pointed his thumb at the bald, burly man.

"alright."

Li Cheng looked at the bald, burly man and asked, "What's your name, bro? Vulture?"

The bald, burly man was stunned for a moment before realizing the meaning behind Li Cheng's words. His eyes widened, "You fucking want to die!!!"

He hated nothing more than people talking about his hair!

However, the next second, without warning, Li Cheng suddenly slapped the wine glass in his hand onto the bald man's face.

With a crisp sound, the wooden cup smashed into pieces on the bald, burly man's crooked cheek, shattering into fragments accompanied by flying blood.

The bald, burly man fell to the ground, and the two gang members at the front immediately pulled out revolver muskets from their waists.

At the same time, Li Cheng immediately raised his hand to shield his forehead, revealing the metal arm armor hidden in his sleeve.

With two loud "bangs," streaks of fire struck the arm armor, deflected, and pierced through the wine barrel on the counter behind. Dark blue wine gushed out of the hole like two arcs of water.

"Big brother! Aim your aim better!"

The tavern owner in the corner cried out in anguish.

Shaking his wrist, which was a little numb from the shock, Li Cheng picked up two kitchen knives from the plate on the table and swung them out as the two musketeers turned their revolvers and pointed their guns at him again.

Two kitchen knives transformed into streaks of silver light, precisely piercing the two gun barrels that were spitting out tongues of fire. With a loud bang, the musket in the gunman's hand exploded in a dazzling flash of light.

They clutched their shattered wrists, groaning as they half-knelt on the ground. The bald, burly man in the middle, his head throbbing from being hit by a wine glass, staggered to his feet. Staring at the upright Li Cheng, his eyes wide with rage, his face covered in splinters, he roared hoarsely, "Kill him!!!"

“Kill ahhhhh!”

Several gang members behind him immediately drew their curved knives and rushed forward.